"Somehow, I doubt they have what I actually want." Lyta frowned as she passed her flashlight over the rows of medications. These were all hundreds of years behind what she was used to. They didn't even have devalera! Or any oxy-caps. And syringes instead of skin tabs. Great, she really was stuck in the past.
"Amoxicillin..." Lyta peered down at the pills, trying to remember her history courses. She was relatively sure that was a form of antibiotic. And if it wasn't... well, it's not like they could do worse damage to the kid. Either he'd die of his wounds or he'd die from taking the wrong pill.
"Here, take two of these." She filled a small bottle with a few more and stuffed it into her bra. Morphine followed - she knew what morphine was, at least. And then she let out a frustrated noise. All of these medications, and she didn't have a clue what most of them were. And therefor, they were worthless. That was just her luck. It would take too long to read the labels....
"Alright, just look for pain killers." Those were always needed. "And you," she pointed to Envy, "just sit down somewhere and try not to die."
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"Amoxicillin..." Lyta peered down at the pills, trying to remember her history courses. She was relatively sure that was a form of antibiotic. And if it wasn't... well, it's not like they could do worse damage to the kid. Either he'd die of his wounds or he'd die from taking the wrong pill.
"Here, take two of these." She filled a small bottle with a few more and stuffed it into her bra. Morphine followed - she knew what morphine was, at least. And then she let out a frustrated noise. All of these medications, and she didn't have a clue what most of them were. And therefor, they were worthless. That was just her luck. It would take too long to read the labels....
"Alright, just look for pain killers." Those were always needed. "And you," she pointed to Envy, "just sit down somewhere and try not to die."